Lair Of The Snow Spider

 

there are domains so deep

that no one will tread

so dark that they are blind

in these dank places

the air is still and

sound is soft and mute

 

into this darkness

snow falls

settling in the nooks

and crannies

dusting the branches

with its ice grasp

 

can you hear it

the soft sly scuttle

of a many legged thing

making its way

towards the bright

glazed canopy

 

spinning its web

of gossamer thread

between limbs

around trunks

across the path

of unwary travellers

 

until

beneath a false light

cast from white

reflective surfaces

the lair of the snow spider

is complete

 

and there

she lays

in wait

for

the human

fly

 

 

PHOTO & GRAPHICS © Ian Whiteley 2013